Consistency is not one of my best qualities, I admit … so maybe that’s why I was so impressed by the work of Dutch filmmaker Frans Hofmeester.

12 years ago his daughter Lotte was born and he had the idea to record it every week since coming up … until forever, I guess. Up to today, he’s summed up the life of Lotte in two minutes of footage. In addition to emotional connotations, it is a brilliant document where you realize the exciting adventure undertaken by the human body to grow and develop.

I imagine the ritual of home recording as a custom routine for father and daughter, and I imagine, it will be difficult for them to leave it apart. I wonder which will be the last day and if they will be aware of it. Because, you see, the last few weeks I’ve been obsessed with this thought: WE ARE NEVER AWARE OF THE LAST TIME OF ANYTHIN.

I can’t remember when was the last time I slept with my teddy bear, nor the last that my mother gave me her hand to cross the street, or my father tied my shoes. Nor did I realize the last time I changed a diaper on my son, or when I stopped to carry him. I know I will not know which is the last time that I sew broken knee in his pants, or what will be my last kiss for goodnight.

It scares me not to realize it, because it keeps us off from enjoying life a little more. Perhaps this is what Hofmeester thought and therefore decided to sequence the life in a second per week …